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The Taming of Vil Haran
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| Rath-Deschain | Date: Saturday, 27 Aug 2011, 10:15 AM | Message # 1 |
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| A week had passed since Haran's unfortunate defeat on Felucia. The doctors and medical droids aboard the ship had kept Haran sedated as they worked to restore him to health. Time on his back, so to speak, and lack of use of his muscles, as well as natural healing, would likely take their toll on him. His muscles would hardly be atrophied, but he would be weak. Nonetheless, he would remain strapped to a table as the droids pumped in a serum designed to bring him to consciousness. The room itself was sterile and white, filled with bright light, countering the single black form of Deschain who stood at the foot of the table, which was raised to forty-five degrees as he waited for Haran to come fully back into the waking world.
Rath Deschain
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| Vil_Haran | Date: Sunday, 28 Aug 2011, 0:51 AM | Message # 2 |
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| Strangely enough Vil hadn't really felt any pain through the whole ordeal. Maybe it had something to do with his genes, or maybe it was all those trips to the Rimsoos during the Clone Wars. What ever the reason though, it also seemed that he had been coming in and out of consciousness for the past few days. In was only in the last day or so that he had regained his full thought patter as he silently lay on the table. He was taking his time as he mended his mind first, although his body was coming along quickly when it came to healing. Maybe it was the fact that he felt the movement of the table, or the droids around him that caused him to wake from his own world of thoughts and plans in his mind that brought him to. He kept his eyes though as he felt the straps that kept him to the table, it didn't seem like a good idea to try and fight out of this one.
Though the loose strap on his arm told him other wise, maybe it was a careless medic, or a clumsy droid that forgot, yet it didnt matter. He didnt have enough movement from the straps even though it was loose. His hands clenched as he knew his armor had been taken, along with his other belongings. At least though he knew from the style of the medical facility that he wasn't stuck with Park, that coupled with the fact that he couldn't hear that Cowards constant gloating of his false victory. It was a mistake for Park, a man who claimed he was a Mandalorian, and yet he showed his true colors when he bombarded a planet instead of facing an honor duel. What Mandalorian would follow Park now, he had effectively shot himself in the foot with his actions, and Vil already knew that the truth would bring more Mandalorians to the True Crusaders. For the moment though, he had his own problems to deal with before looking to the future.
"It's obvious that you're not Park, considering you could hear that loud mouth clear across the Sector each time he gloats and boast about a fake victory." He kept his eyes close, still getting use to the blinding lights of the room as he leaned back against the table, letting it support him as he spoke up again. "You're also too quite to be that Dar'manda"
Vil Haran (Deceased)
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| Rath-Deschain | Date: Sunday, 28 Aug 2011, 6:42 AM | Message # 3 |
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| "No, I am afraid that I am not Baron Park. I have never been blessed, or cursed, depending on how one looks at it, to hold titles of estate and territories. No, Vil Haran, I am but a simple man." Deschain began to walk a slow clockwise circle about the restrained Mandalorian, studying his form. A flimsy paper hospital gown served to protect the Mandalorian's modesty; temperature would not be a factor as the room was kept to a pleasant degree and modulated itself. "I'm quite tempted to agree that he is indeed a loudmouth, and no, I am not Mandalorian. My roots are far more humble than your own and I doubt you would have heard of my home world.
"You are quite welcome for the life-saving treatment you received, though doubtless you are too proud to thank me. Baron Park's pocket carrier had insufficient means to sustain and mend you. I owe you something of an apology as well. Your gear has been appropriated for auction. Your helm will be returned to you and the offer of a new suit of Mandalorian armor stands... but the rest of your items have been lost."
With a nod to one of the droids, Deschain gave the go-ahead for the straps restraining Haran to be released. Deschain was curious what he would do; there was a tray full of medical equipment within two arms length reach from Haran, but little cover in the room. Deschain was not openly armed, outside his odd clothing and holographic facial mask, but still... a test of sorts was in order.
Rath Deschain
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| Vil_Haran | Date: Sunday, 28 Aug 2011, 9:55 AM | Message # 4 |
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| When the straps released Vil stood on his own. His eyes still closed as he allowed them time to get use to the light that was shining brightly in the room. When he heard about his belongings he shook his head. He'd have to find the ones that purchased the pieces and hunt them down. Yet for the moment it was the helm that mattered the most. It was a symbol to those that followed him from Dxun. He opened his eyes, his vision coming to him quickly as he noticed the DD-13 "Chopper" in front of him. Probably not the best thing he wanted to see when he first opened his eyes, then again he had seen too many of them in the Rimsoos cutting up the Clones to have any real feeling for the droids. It was a personal hatred for the droids that had done too well of a job in their line of replacing body parts.
Vil had noticed the trays of medical instruments on each side of him, yet paid no attention to them in the long run. Even if he took out this man and the droids in the room, then what. He was stuck on a Star Destroyer, there wasnt much he could do. He was after all one man, and he doubted that he could take the entire ship just himself. Maybe if he had a few men with him, yet his thoughts snapped back to the present as he noticed an ensign stepping into the room. Vil approached as he pulled the clothing from the ensigns arms as he stepped into the side room. Only emerging a few moments later in the body glove as he looked at it. It was snug and still it reminded him of his own armor. He looked at his shoulders and noticed the Imperial emblem on it as he ripped the patches off before looking tot he man.
"I suppose this is where you offer me to work for you or you ship me off to Kessel."
Vil Haran (Deceased)
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| Rath-Deschain | Date: Monday, 29 Aug 2011, 7:21 AM | Message # 5 |
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| Deschain chuckled at Haran's futile attempt to deny Imperial might. He was defiant to the last, as Deschain had expected. The sheer act of ripping the Imperial patches off was highly amusing. Still, Deschain knew that mocking the Mandalorian would get him nowhere in the long run, and as it had no benefit, the High Inquisitor got straight to the point.
"Kessel? No, perish the thought, my dear Mandalore! Kessel is a nice vacation spot for prisoners who do not matter. You, however? It would be Prakith for you, or perhaps even Imperial Center, and either of those places would be a horrible spot for such a Mandalorian as yourself. I daresay that your group, the True Crusaders, is it? I daresay they will suffer greatly without your sterling leadership. Of course, if you cooperate, we should get along splendidly.
"Incidentally, are you fit for a transfer? We will be leaving the Risen Glory shortly for a different vessel. One more suited for our conversation."
Rath Deschain
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| Vil_Haran | Date: Wednesday, 31 Aug 2011, 10:48 AM | Message # 6 |
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| What was he going to say, it wasn't like he had a choice in the matter or not so he just shook his head at the question. He didnt really have much say, even if he were hurt, he had the thought cross his mind that he'd just be wheeled out and onto the other ship. Vil stood up as he just stepped towards the door, waiting for the man now as he stepped into the large halls of the Star Destroyer, looking at the bright lights and dull metal grey hull. "So it seems these things haven't changed on the inside. Looks exactly like the old Venators." Vil stood as he looked to the Stromtroopers that approached before he shook his head. "That's what thing that did change. This armor they have is crap compared to the old Phase II armor from the Kaminoans. What was the Empire thinking when they put them into plastic shells."
Vil shook his head as he looked back to Rath as he waited now with the two stormtroopers.
Vil Haran (Deceased)
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| Rath-Deschain | Date: Wednesday, 31 Aug 2011, 11:06 AM | Message # 7 |
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| Deschain remained silent on the topic of stormtrooper armor; Haran could hardly hope to know the advancements or reasons in said armor that still rendered it quite effective. As the pair of troopers advanced to flank the Mandalorian, one would produce a set of binders and proceed to fasten them on the Mandalorian's wrists behind his back. It could be touchy, for the blaster rifle was within easy reach. Deschain kept himself at a slight distance, one hand within a small pocket as he watched. So far, Haran had been rather tame; perhaps it was the daunting setting he found himself in.
"All things change and all things stay the same, Vil Haran. I fear your next craft will not be so elaborate as this one; it is merely a shuttle. Once you are properly attired, we will continue."
Rath Deschain
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| Vil_Haran | Date: Wednesday, 31 Aug 2011, 10:39 PM | Message # 8 |
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| Vil shook his head as he looked to the two troopers, using reason more in this kind of a situation. "Really, were am I going to go. I'm stuck on an Imperial Star Destroyer, crawling with stromtroopers. I really do think these binders are unnecessary." The Two troopers would give a look as Vil just shrugged it off as he let them bind his arms behind his back before he heard Rath speak up. "That could be a problem then, wouldn't it, considering the fact that I doubt you have my belongings in a storage locker on board the ship for me to just throw on. Let me guess, by now that Dar'manda tried to auction off my belongings, but I highly doubt the armor got away fast, other than another faceless member of the Empire snapped it up with the use of it being for the good of the Empire."
He just shook his head again as he let a laugh pass his lips for a moment before he walked down the bare and empty hall of the ISD that he was stuck on.
Vil Haran (Deceased)
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| Rath-Deschain | Date: Thursday, 01 Sep 2011, 6:42 AM | Message # 9 |
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| "Ah, but appearances are everything, Vil Haran. Your prowess as a Mandalorian is well known, and it would look bad for me if I were to forgo restraints only to have you overpower the guards and then take me hostage. No, no. Procedure must be followed in some regards."
As the four men walked down the relatively quiet stretch of hall that would lead them towards the hangar, Deschain considered the question about Haran's equipment. "I have managed to regain your mask. Your other items... well, I am sure you will learn to adapt and overcome such issues, will you not? It is not as if your Mandalorian followers will not still accept you as your leader. I will have need of you and your band, Haran. By the time I am done with you, all citizens of the Empire will know you as Vil Haran, hero of the Empire; a Mandalore who aided in the capture of the largest rebellious organization known to our times."
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| Vil_Haran | Date: Saturday, 03 Sep 2011, 9:39 PM | Message # 10 |
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| Vil shook his head as he kept walking with both Rath and the two guards. For a moment as he pulled his arms back, his shoulders cracking and popping before he brought his arms up and over his head, pushing his shoulders back with another loud popping noise as he put his arms back into their sockets. His hands in front of him now as he looked at the cuffs that bound his wrist. "I'm sure you've already noticed, but helping the Empire isn't at the top of my list, nor at the top of my followers list. We'd more than likely join those rebellious organizations that we would support the tyrannical force that destroyed our homes on Dxun."
He rolled his shoulders as they popped and crack, his shoulders fully in their sockets once more as he kept walking with the guards. "I'm sure though that you wouldn't have any problem stopping me. You're not like the prim and proper officers of the Navy, which means that you're not the kind that cares if their hands get dirty or not."
Vil Haran (Deceased)
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| Rath-Deschain | Date: Sunday, 04 Sep 2011, 6:23 AM | Message # 11 |
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| Suppressing a snort of amusement as Haran dislocated his arms to bring them in front of himself, Deschain continued walking. "Good. I want you to join these rebellious groups. Whether or not you'd want to be seen as a hero to the Empire is up to you. Personally, I could care less. As well, I'm not like the naval officers largely because I am not a member of the Imperial Starfleet. My allegiances lie elsewhere. As for stopping you?"
Deschain halted briefly and pulled a small remote from his pocket. What Haran had not known was that while he was under, three microchips had been placed within his body. The first was a transmitter with great range, for tracking and locating. It was based near his heart and under his ribs, to prevent a quick and easy removal. A backup transmitter was in his right foot; dormant until the other was destroyed or removed and only then set to activate several hours later. The final chip had been cleverly implanted in Haran's brain via the base of the skull. It was hardly fancy but was linked to the remote Deschain held. The purpose would become clear as the High Inquisitor pushed a button on said remote, which would result in the chip delivering a briefly debilitating electrical shock to Haran's nervous system. It was little more than a high-powered taser.
"My hands can get dirty very easy, Haran. But then again, you're a Mandalorian. You can understand that."
Rath Deschain
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| Paul-Gemmell | Date: Tuesday, 06 Sep 2011, 2:43 PM | Message # 12 |
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| Space was quiet, dark and unremarkable close to the Star Destroyer until from Hyperspace descended Paul Gemmell's transport shuttle, one of the older Theta-class shuttles which slid from hyperspace in a sleek flask off the bow of the Risen Glory. Paul was carried in the back with his trusty M-3PO "H8" with its small advanced comms antennae on its shoulder.
"Looks like it will be a long time before you get another oil bath old friend!" spoke Paul, cleaning a splash of Hoth Chocolate from where he had spilled it onto the leg of the droid next to him, polishing it off with his handkerchief and giving a warm smile, full of love and compassion. H8 turned his head to Paul, looking up from a data manual detailing the various kinds of Imperial Capital Ship weaponary "Your concern is appreciated. Are you aware that turbolaser yield varies to a much greater extent than the difference yield between laser cannons and turbolasers. Is this not curious?"
"You're a silly old droid!" Paul said with a delighted smile, he reached for his lute to begin to strike up a tune to bring the droid out of his boring reverie. H8 was not as fun as +ER and seemed to have less fun too, but this did not deter Paul. Paul firmly believed that there was a good happy person inside everyone, even droids, and through his music and friendship he could bring it out.
Before the young man's hands could begin to strum the lute, the communicator from the cockpit clicked on "Lieutenant Gemmell, we have 5 minutes until landing, please be ready to disembark." sighing with disappointment Paul set the Lute back down in its case and clipped it up. "I do so look forward to meeting Agent Deschain!"
The pilot of the shuttle opened up communications to the Risen Glory. "Risen Glory this is the shuttle JQ-219 requesting landing vector carrying Lieutenant Gemmell of Imperial Intelligence. Please inform Agent Deschain an attache from Imperial Intelligence has arrived."
Paul Gemmell
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| Rath-Deschain | Date: Tuesday, 06 Sep 2011, 5:38 PM | Message # 13 |
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| "Shuttle JQ-219, transmitting landing vector. Received clearance codes. Welcome to the Risen Glory, Lieutenant."
The shuttle would be given a docking berth and a naval officer of equal rank would be sent to meet with Paul. Deschain, meanwhile, was still making his way down to the hangar with Haran and the pair of escorts, when he was informed that a Lieutenant from the ISB wanted to meet with him. Amused faintly, Deschain informed the adjutant who sought him out that he'd meet the man in the hangar, which was where he'd be in a few minutes.
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| Vil_Haran | Date: Thursday, 08 Sep 2011, 9:12 PM | Message # 14 |
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| ((placeholder, I'll post on this after class sometime tomorrow.))
Vil Haran (Deceased)
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| Paul-Gemmell | Date: Friday, 09 Sep 2011, 1:14 PM | Message # 15 |
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| Rath Deschain would be politely informed that he did not have some politico from the ISB attached to his retinue, but a member of the Imperial Intelligence Department, a completely separate branch of the Imperial Institution, it should be hoped the Inquisitor would be aware of this fact as he was also an agent of Imperial Intelligence and not the ISB.
Paul would give the Lieutenant a hug as the man put his hand out to shake his, crushing it in between them. "Good Afternoon! So positively happy to meet you Lieutenant..." the man would give him a stern look but he cared not, gesturing to the M-3P0 droid which advanced down the ramp after Paul. "This is the M-3P0 unit H8, a personal friend of mine and my assistant on this adventure, I look forward to meeting Agent Deschain" spoke the Imperial Intelligence Lieutenant in a rush.
Hearing the Naval Officer's reply about Rath seeing him soon, he would take from his pocket a bag of sweets "Do you want one friend? I am always happy to share with one of our noble men in grey, I was brought up with a healthy respect for the uniform!" he reached for his Lute, H8 carrying the rest of his baggage, a simple tote bag. Unclipping the Lute (with its concealed blaster in the head) from its case. "Let me serenade you while we wait, doesn't that sound lovely?" he began to sing the five minute Ballad of Lord Randall in a high gentle voice, it would only take just over five minutes and would brighten everyone in the hangar's day.
Paul Gemmell
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